cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/45037993
Bloody hell. Neighbor driving by called me up to suggest there might be an issue.
Thank dog for good neighbors.
“Thank dog” 🤣
Accidentally leaving an appliance running sure hits differently when you’re a farmer

Deer’s right now: free food!
Fun fact: the plural of “deer” is “deer”!
Oh dear
I’m in the dull mans club in every way. Sorry
We have no shortage of deer. Mulies and whitetail paw (hoof?) holes in the grain bags all winter. I’ve driven by our bag yard and scared 80-100 deer out of there after dark.
The deer love grain farms.
You should just borrow some of my neighbors they shoot them your round
Is it a write-off, or can you salvage a bunch?
We scooped most of it up with a couple of loaders and shovelled the rest, and put it back in the raw bin to take another trip around. Hopefully didn’t take any gravel with it, that makes a hell of a noise when it goes through the mill and is sub-optimal.
Wouldn’t the snow be a problem?
No, actually the moisture can help the milling process. The big guys have mills set up to add water as they mill to improve the consistency of the product.
Too much moisture and the grain will sprout and clump up in the bin, but snow isn’t really much actual water.
I’ve heard some chicken farms will take grain mixed with rocks, chickens will pick right through the rocks.
Fun facts, not really fun so much as disgusting and reckless, but they scrape the floor of those chicken concentration camps and scoop up all of the spilt feed and straw and chickenshit and they feed it To like cows and such, and that is to a large degree how bird flu got spread to the dairy cows.
Chickens actually need gravel and grit for their gizzards to grind up their food, so it’s not an issue. It’s not really and issue for cattle as well as they’ll just pass it, it’s more of a problem with the mill.
Here are your messages, sir:
Please move your grain.
You have 10 minutes to move your grain.
Your grain has been milled into a heap.
You have 10 minutes to move your heap.
That poor insomniac dyslexic atheist that stayed up all night wondering if there was a dog
Start shovelin boys!




